A surprisingly good time

Nyl was overwhelmed, meeting the Orcs had not gone at all like he thought, he had expected a bloodthirsty and savage race and though they had huge hulking muscular forms he couldn't help but appreciate just how kind they were. Shelgak and Mazoga had brought him deeper into their chambers, to a small dining room that was appointed with a veritable smorgasbord of food, a lot more meat than Nyl was used to but he was willing to eat it so as to avoid offending his hosts. The two orcs were surprisingly good company, Mazoga filling in whenever Shelgak struggled to find how to say what she wanted in elvish, the shaman's elvish was practically fluent, if he had just heard her voice he would have assumed that she was an elf.

They were very caring companions as well, making sure that he was well fed, constantly making sure that his plate was full of food, various Orcish delicacies, most of which seemed different ways to prepare meat. They also plied him with wine, a strong, dark red liquid that burnt his throat slightly as it went down, they explained that it was wine made by their people, the grapes they had in the south being much hardier in nature and meant for a stronger wine, the drink made his head spin as he consumed it, but he dared not turn any down whenever they refilled his cup, the two women were far **** than he ever expected but he dared not accidentally anger them.

His dinner company was also very keen to learn more about his ways, the entire time asking him about how Elvish life worked here in the capital, what he liked, what he disliked. Their eyes seemed to sparkle when they asked him unexciting questions about his life, explaining their own way of life in response, so much of how they lived was different, the Orcs were nomadic in nature, never settling down and didn't really have a capital city in the way his people did. The two of them seemed absolutely enthralled about the most humdrum and uninteresting facts about Elvish culture, though even more than that they seemed captivated by him.

The two of them often reached out to touch him, rough fingers delighting in rubbing along his creamy soft skin, their touch making leaving him tingling in their wake, his skin feeling burning hot for some time after their hands were removed. They seemed enchanted by him, using every chance to touch his smooth skin or to feel his silky sleek blonde hair, their attentions made him blush slightly, he wasn't used to receiving this level of attention, Elves were a reserved people and touching each other was considered inappropriate. The Orcs had no such qualms, at one point Shelgak even raised him into her lap, letting him sit there, sandwiched by a pair of breasts larger than his head as she helped pour what she called Orcish Firewhiskey into his mouth, he spluttered and sprayed most of the liquid out over the table, the liquid searing his throat as he tried to swallow it and failed, the two orcs laughing uproariously at the display.

Eventually the feast came to a natural close, stuffed full of Orcish meat, Nyl found that he couldn't take another bite, the two women had eaten far more than him, various bones left behind on their plate showing just how much they had consumed. Despite everything, Nyl found that he enjoyed their company, though they were strange and their figures seemed imposing, the two women seemed genuinely caring, the anxious knot in his stomach having come undone some time during the night, instead replaced by a soft flush of heat, the Orcish liquor at work in his belly. The two women stood him up from the table, leaning on them for support, his own legs surprisingly unreliable after all the **** he had consumed.

"We have another surprise for you," Mazoga said, leaning down far enough so that she could whisper in his ear, her hot breath making his skin tingle where he felt it. "Honored Ambassador."